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Just as I think I've finally gotten the chance to check my e-mail, the sedated look on my infant daughter' s face dissolves into a pre-cry crumple and her limbs go from limp to flailing. I try offer ing her a top-up, but my two-year-old, who until then had seemed absurdly intent on placing as many blocks as she possibly could under the seat cover of her Winnie the Pooh riding toy, decides that she is hungry too — and makes it clear that I had better put down that baby and hoof it over to the fridge. Pronto. Read More »
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